Distribution

I’m having trouble

With distribution

Of our past into

Our separate futures

Unwinding the strands

That we wove together

Are these socks yours

Or are they mine

Do you take the plates

Or do I

Who gets custody

Of the memories

And the napkin rings

Our friends brought from Venice

How do I distribute

My anger and my love

The betrayal and the lust

I still feel for you

Can I hang onto broken words

Or the dishes that I shattered

When you told me

What you’d done

The unequal distribution

Of your love

Between me and someone else